jueves, 8 de enero de 2015

Hojas olvidadas...

Could you
tell me the exact moment when you found out you were mad, when everything
around you made no sense anymore? And the answers just spat out more questions.
Could you remember the lies you lived by? And still live by because they´re
just too deeply carved into your skin and burnt into your soul to forget. You
are who you are because of these lies you hate. You live by a code that wasn´t
handmade for you, in a life that became just one more.

Am I as mad
as you? Or have I just regained the knowledge that was snatched from me at
birth? Have you done the same? Or have we just coincidently found each other,
too mad and fucked to know the difference between your shadow and my
reflection?

You would
see I´m a little saner than you if you looked me in the eye, if you could only
bear to do so you would see it. I´m
thirteen years too late and you still open the door. Could you answer me why? I
don´t really need to be here, I just thought it would be a nice gesture to drop
by to see your tattered skin; your gorgeous eyes. Make my way back home through those milky
eyes.

But I can´t
leave now I´m too high on the smoke that seeps from your skin, soaked in
tobacco petals and opium seeds. Feeding the smell that dwells upon your sex, is
your sweet and sour hormones that attack anyone willing to come close. I can
smell you all too well, and those scents don’t leave questions in the air. They
answer every single one I´ve had since I can remember. And you, indifferent,
insane don´t give a damn.

I´ve fucked
around with your presence so many times, but your presence lacks your taste,
your tongue, it lacks everything but orgasms, it lacks your fire lit
chest. I´m going around in circles.
Licking everything around; smelling every rose in town; and it´s just one I
haven´t found, the one I´m crazy for. Could you deliver me, lay me down on the front
step, before her door? I´d take a number, I swear. But there is no number.
There is no door. There are no roses, no reflection, and as you were imagining,
I´m already home.